Watching Together

Nothing happened for another two weeks. Douglas knew not to push it. Elizabeth had to adjust to this on her own timeframe, and if he tried to **** it, it would all blow up. They dined together, raised their kids together, and had adequate sex together.

But two weeks later, she was in her negligee again, and that sheer silk robe. And she had the wine out. Douglas joined her on the couch as she hit play. It was a long compilation, over an hour of action. Elizabeth's breath grew more and more ragged as they watched. She reached into her panties, rubbing her pussy. Douglas took that as permission to reach down to start jerking off. It wouldn't take long. It never did.

"That's what you want to see, hm? Some BBC bull fucking your wife, fucking her like you couldn't," Elizabeth said, tentatively trash talking her husband. It didn't feel proper. Her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of regret and arousal. He moaned, his balls heavy with cum. "Yeah, that's what you want to see. Jerking off to it, watching me get that big black dick..." She worked her clit, biting her lower lip as she came. At the same time, Douglas started to cum, covering his business shirt in his seed.

"Tsk tsk," Elizabeth said. "My husband is a messy man."